It’s cold and rainy outside and I’m curled up in my warm bed with a cup of coffee, and the only way I would leave it is if my apartment were to suddenly catch on fire. Or if I wanted to get another cup of coffee.
I’ve heard so much about Strange the Dreamer by Laini Taylor, so I decided to pick it up. I’m going on four (or maybe five?) days of reading this book now, which is a long time for me. Even with working two jobs, I’m usually able to finish a book in two to three days.
Laini Taylor’s writing is absolutely phenomenal. I feel like I could quote every single sentence of Strange the Dreamer, because everything is just so beautiful and her analogies and descriptions are flawless. You can’t help but care deeply for the characters, which really twists the knife when bad things happen to them. Also, the level of creativity is out of this world and I’m pretty sure that this author is a magician for being able to craft such a magical and unique story.
“He had loved the library, and had felt, as a boy, as though it had a kind of sentience, and perhaps loved him back. But even if it was just walls and a roof with papers inside, it had bewitched him, and drawn him in, and given him everything he needed to become himself.”
I don’t know why it’s taking me so long to read this one, because I’ve been thoroughly enjoying it. I had the same problem with Laini Taylor’s Daughter of Smoke and Bone (which I never actually finished). It’s like, even though I love the story, I have no desire to actually keep reading it and have to force myself through the pages. It’s a paradox. I don’t understand it.
I’m hoping to finish Strange the Dreamer sometime this weekend! In the meantime, I’m just gonna act like a burrito in my heated blanket and ignore the world for awhile.